"Shiboo ya Ren'ai"
Yaoi anime. Rated PG-13.
Cast: Shindou Shuuichi, Yuki Eiri, Fujisaki Suguru, Hiroshi Nakano, Sakano, K, Tohma Seguchi, Ryuichi Sakuma, Noriko Ukai.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Gravitation, or its characters. I wish I did, but I don't - Maki Murakami does. *sniffles* I'm just a fan.. and.. expressing my fandom.. so.. don't sue me!
Author's note: Well, I've finally gotten to watch Gravitation, which I've viewed over and over (it's just so addictive ^.^) and so now I know how the characters think and act better. Sorry if there's typos in this story..I just keep deciding to do this when it's late. Anyways, here goes nothing!
(( )) = Background music.
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Through the silent streets, a black BMW pulled up at a mansion. The car was parked, and a figure stepped out, leaving only a silhouette. Shindou Shuuichi was asleep on the couch, snoring, but not loudly. The man closed the door behind him as quiet as humanly possible. He had then stepped into the den and watched Shuuichi for a moment. He turned his gaze to the moonlight, which highlighted his hazel eyes.
"Yuki," Shuuichi muttered in his sleep.
Yuki Eiri looked back at Shuuichi and forced a small smile - a rare occurrence for the man. For a second, he returned his gaze to the windows. He then walked to his room, stripping off his jacket. He had then taken off his shoes, putting on his slippers as he unbuttoned his shirt. He sat in front of the brightness of his computer, which devoured the surrounding darkness in the virtually barren room. He pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, blinking quicker for a moment, trying to fight the urge to go to sleep. He thought about when he had first met Shuuichi, and how Shuuichi ran in front of his car, shouting at him to stop. He then rest his chin briefly on his hand, trying to see through his writer's block. He ran one of his hands through his thick, blonde hair as he glanced around. With a sigh, he took off his glasses and rubbed his bright eyes, which were dry with tiredness. With a soft yawn, he placed his glasses back on and continued typing.
As he was typing, someone had wrapped their arms around him. "Yuki," the younger man called, "where have you been? Today was great! Sakuma-san and I were working on this song, too!" Yuki turned his head slightly, recognizing Shuuichi's voice. Yuki closed his eyes for a moment, looking away from the screen as he smoothly said, "I think I'm going to go to bed." He had then saved the information on his laptop and turned it off. Shuuichi blinked.
Yuki walked slowly to his bed and lied down on his stomach, letting out an exhausted sigh. Shuuichi followed quietly and cuddled beside the older man. To Shuuichi's surprise, Yuki turned to lie on his back and held Shuuichi close to him. With a smile, Shuuichi quickly fell asleep in Yuki's arms, resting his head on the older man's chest, and Yuki lit up a cigarette.
Fujisaki Suguru and Hiroshi Nakano were practicing 'Spicy Marmalade' together as Sakano-san watched, keeping his arms crossed, but smiling. Suddenly, Shuuichi entered, slamming open the door, wearing his blue, unbuttoned shirt, along with a navy, long-sleeved shirt that says "Gravitation" up the side of it. To complete the ensemble, he was wearing his green zebra-like designed pants. His smile was spread completely across his face. "La li ho!" Shuuichi called to them. Hiroshi and Fujisaki waved. "Ah, Shuuichi!" Sakano smiled. Just then, K walked in. "Big news," K announced, "I've gotten us in to the next concert with Nittle Grasper in Kyoto!" Everyone looked at K and asked, "When?" All K held up two fingers, smiling innocently. "K!! Baka yaroo!! Not again!!"
Shuuichi looked over at Fujisaki and Hiroshi, then at Sakano and K. "Well," Shuuichi happily reasoned, "we better get to work if we want to be prepared! Right, Sakano-san?" Sakano was too busy flying around the room, complaining to himself how useless he feels about being Bad Luck's producer, instead of his previous position as manager.
Hiroshi picked up his guitar again and looked at Shuuichi. "So, what song?" Shuuichi pondered and replied, "Lets go with Spicy Marmalade, first. You guys are ready, right?" He looked over at Fujikasi. Suguru gave Shuuichi a thumbs-up, "You betcha!" Shuuichi grinned.
After all of their equipment was set up, they took their place. Shuuichi nodded, and Fujisaki took it as his cue to begin.
Spicy marmalade jidai wa marude
ui himeta kao de madowaseru
Nani furueteru kairaku shugisha ga warau
sameta REERU no ue kizu kazu ni shiku mareta mirai
Kibasa ga jama suru jounetsu ga douka shiteru
kanari akumu janai? Taikutsu ga shouwa shiteru
Spicy marmalade hajiketa mama de..
Sakano was calming down as he listened to them play. Sakano pushed up his glasses and asked K, "You think they can make it in two days?" K smiled and pulled off his sunglasses, revealing his deep blue eyes. "Of course they can, Sakano-san," he replied. "But," Sakano reasoned, "Nittle Grasper isn't exactly there to keep saving them whenever something goes wrong!" K didn't really reply, keeping his attention on the three in the other room.
..Spicy marmalade jibun no mama de
sabita kusari nara hazuse
Vanish into the night mitsumeta mama de
kon yori mo yubisaki de maboroshi ni
Spicy marmalade hajikete mama de
kon yori no CHANSU o tsukame
Vanish into the night kiwadatsu marmalade
kakugo kimeta naraba isso
Spicy marmalade jibun no mama de
sabita kusari nara hazuse
Vanish into the night jidai wa maru de
ui himeta kao de madowaseru
The song had finally ended. "Sugureta! Sugureta!" K and Sakano called to them, clapping.
Yuki Eiri sat in a small restaraunt with Tohma Seguchi. "So," Yuki looked at Tohma, "you've told K to schedule a concert in Kyoto in two days?" Tohma nodded and smiled, "I thought it'd be nice for the band to travel to Kyoto. Maybe you can join the trip. I'm sure Shuuichi would appreciate that." He paused. "You could also see Ayaka-chan, as well." Yuki raised an eyebrow behind his chic sunglasses. "I have no interest in Ayaka-chan. She's with Nakano-san now, right?" Tohma looked away and blinked behind his own sheer sunglasses. "It was just an idea. If you choose not to go, then please, just give Shuuichi some hope." Tohma then looked at him and raised his eyebrows. Yuki shrugged and nodded.
Shuuichi ran into the den. "Yuki!" He ran to Yuki and hugged him. "What is it, you brat?" Yuki tried to remove the younger man's grip on him. "There's a concert in just two more days that K-san arranged! What if we're not ready, Yuki??" Shuuichi wrapped his arms around him even tighter, forcing Yuki to give up his struggle, which he did. Yuki sighed and glanced out the window, which the bright sunshine glared into. "Yuki," Shuuichi spoke softly, "can..you come..with us? We're going to Kyoto." Yuki finally freed his arm, and fondled the other man's pink hair. "Alright," Yuki replied, his voice monotonic, "I'll try to go." Shuuichi looked up at him, his eyes shaped like purple hearts. "Really??" Shuuichi blinked, his eyes going back to normal. Yuki nodded.
Shuuichi began walking down the hallway. He looked at his pocket watch, noticing that it was 12:34pm. He sighed when he had reminded himself that they would be leaving the next day to Kyoto. "Shuuichi-kun!" Shuuichi turned around and was suddenly tackled in the hallway. "Shuuichi-kun," Ryuichi repeated and smiled, hugging him on the floor. "You're joining us at the Kyoto concert, no?" Ryuichi stood up and helped Shuuichi to his feet as well. Shuuichi nodded. Ryuichi looked at him with his large, blue eyes. He smiled to Shuuichi and nudged him. "Hey," he teased, "you're not nervous, are you??" Shuuichi looked away. "Awh, Shuuichi!" Ryuichi nudged him again. "Sakuma-san, I'm not sure if Bad Luck is ready yet," Shuuichi finally looked at him. Ryuichi rest both of his hands on his shoulders. "Shuuichi," Ryuichi insisted, throwing an arm in the air, "you're gonna sparkle and shine!" Shuuichi followed his arm with his eyes and blinked, still unconvinced. "Erm.." Ryuichi searched for more words of encouragement. "Even if you don't," he grinned, "I would be happy to come and help you recover on the stage!!" Shuuichi forced a smile. "How comforting," he replied. Ryuichi kept a straight face, looking at Shuuichi. Suddenly, he pulled out Kumagoru, his pink, plush bunny. "Kumagoru Beam!" Ryuichi shouted as he threw his bunny at Shuuichi's face, knocking him over. Shuuichi's eyes widened, and he leapt to his feet and tackled Ryuichi, smiling.
Shuuichi walked into the rehearsal room, yet again greeting his band members, along with Sakano and K, who were all already there, waiting for him. Shuuichi strolled in, Ryuichi's words apparently making a difference,as well as his Kumagoru Beam. After a long day of rehearsal and prep-talks, Shuuichi was finally ready to face the day of the concert in Kyoto.
He woke up on the couch, wearing a baggy, sleeveless shirt, which was forest green, along with a pair of matching shorts. He sat up, pulling the blue blanket off of him and he rested his head in his hands, trying to wake up completely. With a sigh, he stood up and stretched. He looked out the window and then slowly walked to the balcony. He stood outside, watching the people walking down the street, and the birds taking flight into the cloudless, deep blue sky. All was perfect in the young man's life. Being the second best vocalist in Japan - if not THE best. He didn't mind being in second place if Ryuichi Sakuma was first. Indeed, things were nearly perfect. Not to mention, he didn't have to hide his relationship with Yuki Eiri, the most popular romance novelist in the world, ever since the media caught on and Yuki told the nation that they were 'lovers.' That seemed to back them off. The media is so simple, he began to think to himself, you just have to give them what they want, and they'll leave you alone.
He snuck into Yuki's room. He stood at the doorway, watching Yuki sleep on his stomach, as he had always done. He didn't snore. His head was faced to his right side, and his arms were above his head. Yuki was wearing his purple shirt, along with a pair of black pants, his body half-way covered by the purple sheets of his bed. He felt his heart swell up with love, as he held back the urge to pounce onto the bed and kiss Yuki until neither of them could breathe. Instead, he walked up to the bed and sat barely on the side, watching Yuki. He ran one of his hands through Yuki's blonde hair, smiling down at the older man as he slept. Shuuichi then leaned toward Yuki and kissed him on the cheek gently. After a quick shower and grooming, Shuuichi headed for Tohma's office.
Tohma looked down at the papers on his desk. He returned his gaze to Shuuichi, along with Sakano, K, Hiroshi, Fujisaki, and the other members of Nittle Grasper: Ryuichi and Noriko. Tohma gave them all another prep-talk, which they had all grown used to. Ryuichi was distracted as he played with Kumagoru, making Kumagoru look back and forth at everyone quickly. Shuuichi wanted to laugh, but didn't show any signs of the desire.
The time had finally come, and Nittle Grasper, along with Bad Luck, took to the road for their trip to Kyoto. Shuuichi sat in the tour bus with everyone else. He put on a pair of black headphones, listening to his own CD as he stared hopelessly outside of the tinted window beside him, thinking about Yuki. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in thought. A few hours later, he felt a nudge and his eyes began to focus. When he woke up, he saw Hiroshi smiling before him. "Shuuichi," Hiroshi called, "we're here. We've got only less than an hour to get ready." Shuuichi sat up straight and stretched in his seat, and then nodded.
Everyone piled out of the bus, taking their main equipment with them as assistants carried other equipment around, scrambling to get everything set up. By the time everything was set up, there was only ten minutes left until Bad Luck was scheduled, and Nittle Grasper was only five minutes away.
Yuki Eiri sat in his room, typing on his laptop. He blinked slowly, as if in deep thought. He stared blankly at the bright screen, which displayed a document. The only view of the text reflected off of his glasses, seeminly set up like a song, or a poem. He took off his glasses, revealing his watery, hazel eyes. He blinked and looked away from the screen. "Yuki," he muttered to himself, "why?"
Ryuichi Sakuma, Noriko Ukai and Tohma Seguchi took to the stage. Shuuichi watched as the thirty-two year old man, Ryuichi, seemed to have matured as soon as he got on the stage. As if he were a whole different person. Shuuichi had always found that amazing. He zoned out as he watched the reunited band perform "Sleepless Beauty."
((tooku de me o hikarasete mezameru monotachi matte iru
yoru no jouheki sasowarete utsurisumu mure no nukegara ni
[deguchi no nai] shougeki ni taeru tsumori nara
[kuzureru hodo] itsuwari o misete
umarekawareru anata yo hitori hohoemanaide hitomi o irodoru
nozonda sekai ga totsuzen hai ni natte mo kiseki ni mada meguriaeru
[sotto dakishimete kowasu you ni]))
Yuki pulled stood up, his glasses set on his desk, in front of his laptop. He walked to the den..
((muku na mama de sarasarete hanabira o chirasu hana no you ni
migaku houseki te no naka no HIBI ni sae kizukihajimeteru
[tsumetai te ga] nukeochita toge o hirou kara
[madoromu hi ga] kusuburitsuzukeru
ima mo todokanu hikari no yukue azayaka ni mau omoi o egakou
michibiku kotoba ga koborete shimawanu you ni utsuru toki o osorenaide
[deguchi mo naku] [kuzureochiru]))
He stood in the den and reached for an item, which was hidden beneath his jacket..
((umarekawari no anata yo hitori hohoemanaide hitomi o irodoru
nozonda sekai ga totsuzen hai ni natte mo kiseki wa mada megurikuru
todokanu hikari no yukue azayaka ni mau omoi o egakou
michibiku kotoba ga koborete shimawanu you ni utsuru toki o osorenaide
[sotto dakishimete zutto tsukamaete motto kokoro made kowasu you ni]))
Yuki pulled out a pistol, the one he had almost used before, when he had flown to New York to get away, recalling the same events as what was running through his mind then. He thought of his old sensei, Yuki, who he took his pen name from.
Ryuichi grinned, watching the fans in the audience cheer loudly. Finally, it was Bad Luck's turn on the stage, and the crowd cheered loudly. Hiroshi picked up his white guitar, as Fujisaki got ready at the keyboard. Shuuichi made sure the other two were ready, and adjusted his leather, fingerless gloves, which showed his knuckles as well. He grabbed the microphone and nodded to Fujisaki, who began "No Style."
((Furi dashita totsusen no ameni seka sareru ageseru
omae no nai biikuno seni shikame suiteru kodoku
kamisaimo yurusani aeni futari miserareteta ore ni bakare
sumeru maeni joshiki nante suteru yo
shinufukirukirushi o kigan nakono koine
oretahi moichi dou dake
onna shiumai kakete miose
Have no style jiyuu no
Have no style subasate
tori mottochite style omaeto kasanetakodo o
Have no style omae no
Have no style subetede
atsuku suwagi kara no nagusamete))
Yuki clicked on the television, watching the concert live on television, watching Shuuichi sing for a moment. He checked the magazine on the pistol and pulled back the hammer. "I'm sorry, my love." He pulled the trigger.
Tohma confronted Shuuichi after the performance. "Shindou-kun," he spoke slowly, obviously through pain, "I need to speak to you...It's about Eiri- san." Shuuichi looked at Tohma and blinked. Tohma held up a paper, "This was found on his computer.." Tohma held him the paper and lowered his head, knowing that only the three of them really knew the meaning of the poem.
"You teased and played me for the fool.
You believed that you could have your way.
I am here to tell you without delay,
that you I am not to be ruled.
You claimed to dance within the shadows,
that we are one in the same.
When will you realize your illusions,
and part to thinking your own way?
Must you always follow in step?
Can you not take your own?
Why must I be your master,
what is in me you seek to behold?
I do not like to be toyed with,
nor do I like some of these games you play.
Walk back into your illusions,
and stare into yourself for just one day.
I am sick of these actions,
sick of your ways.
Leave me alone,
I wish only to remain.
Take your masquerade away,
along with yourself from my presence.
You deserve nothing.
You should suffer misery.
Within my mind you make your home,
you want to have a good , firm hold.
You'll keep me in this insanity.
just so long as you have your way
You enjoy to see me weep,
cry like the rain.
You stand above me,
whipping this soul into submission.
You'll lie, you'll kill.
You care nothing of this world.
You, misery, are cold
why is it in company must you always behold?
Come, lets play a game
its called my friend of misery
you take, I'll give
you steal, I weep
All in all in this life I forsake
you care about to bring my way."
Shuuichi looked up at Tohma. "No...Yuki..."
Shuuichi ran into the hospital. "YUKI!!! Yuki, how could you?!" The young man frantically searched the hallways of the hospitals, looking for Yuki's room. He stopped when he came across the name "Eiri Uesugi." He opened the door quickly, but silently. He stepped in, watching Yuki with a look of compassion in his eyes. He walked to him and sat in the chair, taking note of the older man's pale skin, and the terribly weak look he had as he lied on his back, hooked up to various equipment. Shuuichi held Yuki's limp hand in his and kissed him gently on the lips. He lied down his head beside him, still holding his hand, and cried softly.
Yaoi anime. Rated PG-13.
Cast: Shindou Shuuichi, Yuki Eiri, Fujisaki Suguru, Hiroshi Nakano, Sakano, K, Tohma Seguchi, Ryuichi Sakuma, Noriko Ukai.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Gravitation, or its characters. I wish I did, but I don't - Maki Murakami does. *sniffles* I'm just a fan.. and.. expressing my fandom.. so.. don't sue me!
Author's note: Well, I've finally gotten to watch Gravitation, which I've viewed over and over (it's just so addictive ^.^) and so now I know how the characters think and act better. Sorry if there's typos in this story..I just keep deciding to do this when it's late. Anyways, here goes nothing!
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Through the silent streets, a black BMW pulled up at a mansion. The car was parked, and a figure stepped out, leaving only a silhouette. Shindou Shuuichi was asleep on the couch, snoring, but not loudly. The man closed the door behind him as quiet as humanly possible. He had then stepped into the den and watched Shuuichi for a moment. He turned his gaze to the moonlight, which highlighted his hazel eyes.
"Yuki," Shuuichi muttered in his sleep.
Yuki Eiri looked back at Shuuichi and forced a small smile - a rare occurrence for the man. For a second, he returned his gaze to the windows. He then walked to his room, stripping off his jacket. He had then taken off his shoes, putting on his slippers as he unbuttoned his shirt. He sat in front of the brightness of his computer, which devoured the surrounding darkness in the virtually barren room. He pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, blinking quicker for a moment, trying to fight the urge to go to sleep. He thought about when he had first met Shuuichi, and how Shuuichi ran in front of his car, shouting at him to stop. He then rest his chin briefly on his hand, trying to see through his writer's block. He ran one of his hands through his thick, blonde hair as he glanced around. With a sigh, he took off his glasses and rubbed his bright eyes, which were dry with tiredness. With a soft yawn, he placed his glasses back on and continued typing.
As he was typing, someone had wrapped their arms around him. "Yuki," the younger man called, "where have you been? Today was great! Sakuma-san and I were working on this song, too!" Yuki turned his head slightly, recognizing Shuuichi's voice. Yuki closed his eyes for a moment, looking away from the screen as he smoothly said, "I think I'm going to go to bed." He had then saved the information on his laptop and turned it off. Shuuichi blinked.
Yuki walked slowly to his bed and lied down on his stomach, letting out an exhausted sigh. Shuuichi followed quietly and cuddled beside the older man. To Shuuichi's surprise, Yuki turned to lie on his back and held Shuuichi close to him. With a smile, Shuuichi quickly fell asleep in Yuki's arms, resting his head on the older man's chest, and Yuki lit up a cigarette.
Fujisaki Suguru and Hiroshi Nakano were practicing 'Spicy Marmalade' together as Sakano-san watched, keeping his arms crossed, but smiling. Suddenly, Shuuichi entered, slamming open the door, wearing his blue, unbuttoned shirt, along with a navy, long-sleeved shirt that says "Gravitation" up the side of it. To complete the ensemble, he was wearing his green zebra-like designed pants. His smile was spread completely across his face. "La li ho!" Shuuichi called to them. Hiroshi and Fujisaki waved. "Ah, Shuuichi!" Sakano smiled. Just then, K walked in. "Big news," K announced, "I've gotten us in to the next concert with Nittle Grasper in Kyoto!" Everyone looked at K and asked, "When?" All K held up two fingers, smiling innocently. "K!! Baka yaroo!! Not again!!"
Shuuichi looked over at Fujisaki and Hiroshi, then at Sakano and K. "Well," Shuuichi happily reasoned, "we better get to work if we want to be prepared! Right, Sakano-san?" Sakano was too busy flying around the room, complaining to himself how useless he feels about being Bad Luck's producer, instead of his previous position as manager.
Hiroshi picked up his guitar again and looked at Shuuichi. "So, what song?" Shuuichi pondered and replied, "Lets go with Spicy Marmalade, first. You guys are ready, right?" He looked over at Fujikasi. Suguru gave Shuuichi a thumbs-up, "You betcha!" Shuuichi grinned.
After all of their equipment was set up, they took their place. Shuuichi nodded, and Fujisaki took it as his cue to begin.
Spicy marmalade jidai wa marude
ui himeta kao de madowaseru
Nani furueteru kairaku shugisha ga warau
sameta REERU no ue kizu kazu ni shiku mareta mirai
Kibasa ga jama suru jounetsu ga douka shiteru
kanari akumu janai? Taikutsu ga shouwa shiteru
Spicy marmalade hajiketa mama de..
Sakano was calming down as he listened to them play. Sakano pushed up his glasses and asked K, "You think they can make it in two days?" K smiled and pulled off his sunglasses, revealing his deep blue eyes. "Of course they can, Sakano-san," he replied. "But," Sakano reasoned, "Nittle Grasper isn't exactly there to keep saving them whenever something goes wrong!" K didn't really reply, keeping his attention on the three in the other room.
..Spicy marmalade jibun no mama de
sabita kusari nara hazuse
Vanish into the night mitsumeta mama de
kon yori mo yubisaki de maboroshi ni
Spicy marmalade hajikete mama de
kon yori no CHANSU o tsukame
Vanish into the night kiwadatsu marmalade
kakugo kimeta naraba isso
Spicy marmalade jibun no mama de
sabita kusari nara hazuse
Vanish into the night jidai wa maru de
ui himeta kao de madowaseru
The song had finally ended. "Sugureta! Sugureta!" K and Sakano called to them, clapping.
Yuki Eiri sat in a small restaraunt with Tohma Seguchi. "So," Yuki looked at Tohma, "you've told K to schedule a concert in Kyoto in two days?" Tohma nodded and smiled, "I thought it'd be nice for the band to travel to Kyoto. Maybe you can join the trip. I'm sure Shuuichi would appreciate that." He paused. "You could also see Ayaka-chan, as well." Yuki raised an eyebrow behind his chic sunglasses. "I have no interest in Ayaka-chan. She's with Nakano-san now, right?" Tohma looked away and blinked behind his own sheer sunglasses. "It was just an idea. If you choose not to go, then please, just give Shuuichi some hope." Tohma then looked at him and raised his eyebrows. Yuki shrugged and nodded.
Shuuichi ran into the den. "Yuki!" He ran to Yuki and hugged him. "What is it, you brat?" Yuki tried to remove the younger man's grip on him. "There's a concert in just two more days that K-san arranged! What if we're not ready, Yuki??" Shuuichi wrapped his arms around him even tighter, forcing Yuki to give up his struggle, which he did. Yuki sighed and glanced out the window, which the bright sunshine glared into. "Yuki," Shuuichi spoke softly, "can..you come..with us? We're going to Kyoto." Yuki finally freed his arm, and fondled the other man's pink hair. "Alright," Yuki replied, his voice monotonic, "I'll try to go." Shuuichi looked up at him, his eyes shaped like purple hearts. "Really??" Shuuichi blinked, his eyes going back to normal. Yuki nodded.
Shuuichi began walking down the hallway. He looked at his pocket watch, noticing that it was 12:34pm. He sighed when he had reminded himself that they would be leaving the next day to Kyoto. "Shuuichi-kun!" Shuuichi turned around and was suddenly tackled in the hallway. "Shuuichi-kun," Ryuichi repeated and smiled, hugging him on the floor. "You're joining us at the Kyoto concert, no?" Ryuichi stood up and helped Shuuichi to his feet as well. Shuuichi nodded. Ryuichi looked at him with his large, blue eyes. He smiled to Shuuichi and nudged him. "Hey," he teased, "you're not nervous, are you??" Shuuichi looked away. "Awh, Shuuichi!" Ryuichi nudged him again. "Sakuma-san, I'm not sure if Bad Luck is ready yet," Shuuichi finally looked at him. Ryuichi rest both of his hands on his shoulders. "Shuuichi," Ryuichi insisted, throwing an arm in the air, "you're gonna sparkle and shine!" Shuuichi followed his arm with his eyes and blinked, still unconvinced. "Erm.." Ryuichi searched for more words of encouragement. "Even if you don't," he grinned, "I would be happy to come and help you recover on the stage!!" Shuuichi forced a smile. "How comforting," he replied. Ryuichi kept a straight face, looking at Shuuichi. Suddenly, he pulled out Kumagoru, his pink, plush bunny. "Kumagoru Beam!" Ryuichi shouted as he threw his bunny at Shuuichi's face, knocking him over. Shuuichi's eyes widened, and he leapt to his feet and tackled Ryuichi, smiling.
Shuuichi walked into the rehearsal room, yet again greeting his band members, along with Sakano and K, who were all already there, waiting for him. Shuuichi strolled in, Ryuichi's words apparently making a difference,as well as his Kumagoru Beam. After a long day of rehearsal and prep-talks, Shuuichi was finally ready to face the day of the concert in Kyoto.
He woke up on the couch, wearing a baggy, sleeveless shirt, which was forest green, along with a pair of matching shorts. He sat up, pulling the blue blanket off of him and he rested his head in his hands, trying to wake up completely. With a sigh, he stood up and stretched. He looked out the window and then slowly walked to the balcony. He stood outside, watching the people walking down the street, and the birds taking flight into the cloudless, deep blue sky. All was perfect in the young man's life. Being the second best vocalist in Japan - if not THE best. He didn't mind being in second place if Ryuichi Sakuma was first. Indeed, things were nearly perfect. Not to mention, he didn't have to hide his relationship with Yuki Eiri, the most popular romance novelist in the world, ever since the media caught on and Yuki told the nation that they were 'lovers.' That seemed to back them off. The media is so simple, he began to think to himself, you just have to give them what they want, and they'll leave you alone.
He snuck into Yuki's room. He stood at the doorway, watching Yuki sleep on his stomach, as he had always done. He didn't snore. His head was faced to his right side, and his arms were above his head. Yuki was wearing his purple shirt, along with a pair of black pants, his body half-way covered by the purple sheets of his bed. He felt his heart swell up with love, as he held back the urge to pounce onto the bed and kiss Yuki until neither of them could breathe. Instead, he walked up to the bed and sat barely on the side, watching Yuki. He ran one of his hands through Yuki's blonde hair, smiling down at the older man as he slept. Shuuichi then leaned toward Yuki and kissed him on the cheek gently. After a quick shower and grooming, Shuuichi headed for Tohma's office.
Tohma looked down at the papers on his desk. He returned his gaze to Shuuichi, along with Sakano, K, Hiroshi, Fujisaki, and the other members of Nittle Grasper: Ryuichi and Noriko. Tohma gave them all another prep-talk, which they had all grown used to. Ryuichi was distracted as he played with Kumagoru, making Kumagoru look back and forth at everyone quickly. Shuuichi wanted to laugh, but didn't show any signs of the desire.
The time had finally come, and Nittle Grasper, along with Bad Luck, took to the road for their trip to Kyoto. Shuuichi sat in the tour bus with everyone else. He put on a pair of black headphones, listening to his own CD as he stared hopelessly outside of the tinted window beside him, thinking about Yuki. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in thought. A few hours later, he felt a nudge and his eyes began to focus. When he woke up, he saw Hiroshi smiling before him. "Shuuichi," Hiroshi called, "we're here. We've got only less than an hour to get ready." Shuuichi sat up straight and stretched in his seat, and then nodded.
Everyone piled out of the bus, taking their main equipment with them as assistants carried other equipment around, scrambling to get everything set up. By the time everything was set up, there was only ten minutes left until Bad Luck was scheduled, and Nittle Grasper was only five minutes away.
Yuki Eiri sat in his room, typing on his laptop. He blinked slowly, as if in deep thought. He stared blankly at the bright screen, which displayed a document. The only view of the text reflected off of his glasses, seeminly set up like a song, or a poem. He took off his glasses, revealing his watery, hazel eyes. He blinked and looked away from the screen. "Yuki," he muttered to himself, "why?"
Ryuichi Sakuma, Noriko Ukai and Tohma Seguchi took to the stage. Shuuichi watched as the thirty-two year old man, Ryuichi, seemed to have matured as soon as he got on the stage. As if he were a whole different person. Shuuichi had always found that amazing. He zoned out as he watched the reunited band perform "Sleepless Beauty."
((tooku de me o hikarasete mezameru monotachi matte iru
yoru no jouheki sasowarete utsurisumu mure no nukegara ni
[deguchi no nai] shougeki ni taeru tsumori nara
[kuzureru hodo] itsuwari o misete
umarekawareru anata yo hitori hohoemanaide hitomi o irodoru
nozonda sekai ga totsuzen hai ni natte mo kiseki ni mada meguriaeru
[sotto dakishimete kowasu you ni]))
Yuki pulled stood up, his glasses set on his desk, in front of his laptop. He walked to the den..
((muku na mama de sarasarete hanabira o chirasu hana no you ni
migaku houseki te no naka no HIBI ni sae kizukihajimeteru
[tsumetai te ga] nukeochita toge o hirou kara
[madoromu hi ga] kusuburitsuzukeru
ima mo todokanu hikari no yukue azayaka ni mau omoi o egakou
michibiku kotoba ga koborete shimawanu you ni utsuru toki o osorenaide
[deguchi mo naku] [kuzureochiru]))
He stood in the den and reached for an item, which was hidden beneath his jacket..
((umarekawari no anata yo hitori hohoemanaide hitomi o irodoru
nozonda sekai ga totsuzen hai ni natte mo kiseki wa mada megurikuru
todokanu hikari no yukue azayaka ni mau omoi o egakou
michibiku kotoba ga koborete shimawanu you ni utsuru toki o osorenaide
[sotto dakishimete zutto tsukamaete motto kokoro made kowasu you ni]))
Yuki pulled out a pistol, the one he had almost used before, when he had flown to New York to get away, recalling the same events as what was running through his mind then. He thought of his old sensei, Yuki, who he took his pen name from.
Ryuichi grinned, watching the fans in the audience cheer loudly. Finally, it was Bad Luck's turn on the stage, and the crowd cheered loudly. Hiroshi picked up his white guitar, as Fujisaki got ready at the keyboard. Shuuichi made sure the other two were ready, and adjusted his leather, fingerless gloves, which showed his knuckles as well. He grabbed the microphone and nodded to Fujisaki, who began "No Style."
((Furi dashita totsusen no ameni seka sareru ageseru
omae no nai biikuno seni shikame suiteru kodoku
kamisaimo yurusani aeni futari miserareteta ore ni bakare
sumeru maeni joshiki nante suteru yo
shinufukirukirushi o kigan nakono koine
oretahi moichi dou dake
onna shiumai kakete miose
Have no style jiyuu no
Have no style subasate
tori mottochite style omaeto kasanetakodo o
Have no style omae no
Have no style subetede
atsuku suwagi kara no nagusamete))
Yuki clicked on the television, watching the concert live on television, watching Shuuichi sing for a moment. He checked the magazine on the pistol and pulled back the hammer. "I'm sorry, my love." He pulled the trigger.
Tohma confronted Shuuichi after the performance. "Shindou-kun," he spoke slowly, obviously through pain, "I need to speak to you...It's about Eiri- san." Shuuichi looked at Tohma and blinked. Tohma held up a paper, "This was found on his computer.." Tohma held him the paper and lowered his head, knowing that only the three of them really knew the meaning of the poem.
"You teased and played me for the fool.
You believed that you could have your way.
I am here to tell you without delay,
that you I am not to be ruled.
You claimed to dance within the shadows,
that we are one in the same.
When will you realize your illusions,
and part to thinking your own way?
Must you always follow in step?
Can you not take your own?
Why must I be your master,
what is in me you seek to behold?
I do not like to be toyed with,
nor do I like some of these games you play.
Walk back into your illusions,
and stare into yourself for just one day.
I am sick of these actions,
sick of your ways.
Leave me alone,
I wish only to remain.
Take your masquerade away,
along with yourself from my presence.
You deserve nothing.
You should suffer misery.
Within my mind you make your home,
you want to have a good , firm hold.
You'll keep me in this insanity.
just so long as you have your way
You enjoy to see me weep,
cry like the rain.
You stand above me,
whipping this soul into submission.
You'll lie, you'll kill.
You care nothing of this world.
You, misery, are cold
why is it in company must you always behold?
Come, lets play a game
its called my friend of misery
you take, I'll give
you steal, I weep
All in all in this life I forsake
you care about to bring my way."
Shuuichi looked up at Tohma. "No...Yuki..."
Shuuichi ran into the hospital. "YUKI!!! Yuki, how could you?!" The young man frantically searched the hallways of the hospitals, looking for Yuki's room. He stopped when he came across the name "Eiri Uesugi." He opened the door quickly, but silently. He stepped in, watching Yuki with a look of compassion in his eyes. He walked to him and sat in the chair, taking note of the older man's pale skin, and the terribly weak look he had as he lied on his back, hooked up to various equipment. Shuuichi held Yuki's limp hand in his and kissed him gently on the lips. He lied down his head beside him, still holding his hand, and cried softly.